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Rule #1
 Annabel twenty five and full of life. Oscar Wilde taught her that she can resist everything, except temptation. I believe.
吃的比鸟少，起的比鸡早，睡的比牛晚。Eat like a bird, arise before the rooster, rest after the cows sleep. Disconnect to connect.
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The Graduate
Friday, May 15, 2009  And so we talked all night about the rest of our lives Where we're gonna be when we turn 25 I keep thinking times will never change Keep on thinking things will always be the same But when we leave this year we won't be coming back No more hanging out cause we're on a different track And if you got something that you need to say You better say it right now cause you don't have another day Cause we're moving on and we can't slow down These memories are playing like a film without sound And I keep thinking of that night in June I didn't know much of love But it came too soon And there was me and you And then we got real cool Stay at home talking on the telephone with me We'd get so excited, we'd get so scared Laughing at our selves thinking life's not fair And this is how it feels As we go on We remember all the times we had together And as our lives change Come whatever We will still be Friends Forever So if we get the big jobs And we make the big money When we look back now Will our jokes still be funny? Will we still remember everything we learned in school? Still be trying to break every single rule Will little brainy Bobby be the stockbroker man? Can we ever find a job that won't interfere with a tan? I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye Keep on thinking it's a time to fly And this is how it feels La, la, la, la… Yeah, yeah, yeah La, la, la, la… We will still be friends forever Will we think about tomorrow like we think about now? Can we survive it out there? Can we make it somehow? I guess I thought that this would never end And suddenly it's like we're women and men Will the past be a shadow that will follow us 'round? Will these memories fade when I leave this town I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye Keep on thinking it's a time to fly A very cliched yet uber classic song to commemorate my 3 years, 6 semesters in CHS. Words cannot express my gratitute to God for placing me in the care of such good coursemates and classmates. Time has taught us that "forever" lasts only for a moment and I am not sure 10 years down the road, will we all still be contactable and -shush- alive. But until this moment is gone, I am convinced that I had the best 3 years of my life. I still remember how horrified I was when I first entered CHS. The thought that was constantly lingering in my head was.. WHY ON EARTH DID I TRANSFERRED OUT OF MASS COMM?! Chinese Lit was a killer and I think my first essay (which was a Danny Yeo assignment on language) bombed. I cringed when I read the essay again. This is probably why I never successfully became Danny Yeo's pet. I terrified him with my poor grasp of Chinese. -guffaws- Thank goodness my CHS mates never once "see me no up" for my poor Chinese, they proof-read my essays albeit bursting out in laughter when my sentence seem very "salah". They bore with my inane humour and uber cold jokes. They loved me for who I am, despite my 1001 shortcomings. I do not regret my choice of course. CHS is where i belong. On a side note, I am actually very proud of myself, for once. For graduating with a not-bad GPA. But with friends like Golden Grad Yao and Silver Grad Mei, I think it would be wiser if I kept my mouth shut about GPA. Confirm tio owned. -winks-  The many cans of midnight oil we burnt.The many trees we killed with endless photocopying of notes and printing of assignments. The free use of electricity we leeched on in class and in the Atrium. The endless gossips and news we share. The tears we shed during our class meetings. The laughter and good humour only we understand. The guys we ogled at. The girls we threw daggers at. The lecturers that got us weak at the knees. The lecturers that we wanna pluck off all their hairs. The modules we worked hard for. The exams that us all on tenterhooks. The airport farewell. The trip to China.   We have so much memories together that one single entry cannot suffice. But I am neverthesless ever thankful for the footprints that each of my CHS friends left on my heart. Jess.Yaoyao.Weiwei.Meimei.Shuang,Jinli.Zhaizi.Miaomiao.Pris.Cindybaby.HK heng dai.Wangxiaoyu.Karmen.Jasleen.Roomie Chen.Liboon.An-yeong.Ah Meng.Boss Hong.Grace.Xiaowei.Giam Ti Te.Xiaoxiao. A few among the many gems I've uncovered in my 3 years. Perhaps when the dust has settled and we start our new beginnings at uni or work, we might not be in constant contact. But I hope there will always be a good tete-a-tete session for us to catch up on each other doings and MAKE SURE I AM INVITED IF ANY OF YOU GETS MARRIED.  Cheers to CHS. Cheers to HMS. Cheers to the fabulicious L2T02 and Wuhan T02. My life will suck without you. -grins- |
Swan Song.
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